Lyrics

(Chase Icon) Miss Icon, bust through the door Red bottom heels all decked in Dior Throw 'em back tracks like you've never heard before On the dance floor B-b-bass so hard, make your motherfuckin' ear sore I'm the girl they all came to see (Oh) Meet your new identity Premium digital, burning up, physical Get in your head, make you my individual When I step in the spotlight, you can follow my lead You are my subjects, I am your liege I'm the drug you're trippin' on it Like a drink you're sippin' on it Everybody wanna party with me 'Cause they know the pussy supersonic In control of the clubs now Say goodbye to your mind now Domination like right now Want my style, you'll pay for a bite now (Right now) Want my style, you'll pay for a bite now (Right now) (Want my style, you'll pay for a bite now) Roll the dice, yeah I'm gonna make you mine until you fake it I wanna know if you can take it Got you hypnotized Gonna make you fall in line Have you losing track of time Are you gonna dance or die-ie? If you want it, come and get it Pray, you might just live to regret it So submissive, meet your mistress What you're needin', I can give it If you want it, come and get it Pray, you might just live to regret it So submissive, meet your mistress What you're needin', I can give it Oh shit, late for my flight to Japan Hop off the jet when I go steal your man (Oh) Under my pics like a stan Head to Miami, say hi to my fans (Yeah) In control of the clubs now (Uh) Everybody must bow down (Uh) Try to pull a fast one on me Get kicked to the curb outside with the paparazzi (Hey) If I'm 'bout to crash, might just need my stache Do it for the fame, livin' for the cash They know not to fuck with the doll I fly right above the law Heard enough of the blah, blah, blah Got the drugs, drugs, drugs In my bra, bra, bra (Chase Icon) R-r-roll the dice, yeah Yeah, yeah Fake it, I wanna know if you can take it Got you hypnotized Gonna make you fall in line Have you losing track of time Are you gonna dance or die-ie? R-r-roll the dice, yeah I'm gonna make you mine until you fake it I wanna know if you can take it Got you hypnotized Gonna make you fall in line Have you losing track of time Are you gonna dance or die-ie?
Writer(s): Chase Icon, Guard, Paisleigh Lynne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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